The cousin continued to puff out clouds of smoke, his attitude arrogant. The moment he saw Yan Xixi—it must have been their first meeting—he apparently hadn't expected her to be so beautiful. His eyes immediately lit up. "Yo, this is Xiaojue's girlfriend? My brother's wife, huh? She's pretty."
The cousin had been unemployed for many years, spending most of his time at home playing mahjong, a typical leeching freeloader. Aunt Huang often secretly gave money to this disappointing nephew. This time, to deal with Yan Xixi, the nephew had volunteered to repay his aunt.
As he spoke, he reached out to pat Yan Xixi's shoulder. Yan Xixi, disgusted, backed away, causing him to pat the air. His expression immediately changed, and he let out a cold HUMPH. "Where's the tea? Visitors are guests; how can you be so negligent?"
Yan Xixi patiently said, "Please, take a seat in my office, everyone."
